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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577390" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mountain-Top</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577390" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I stood upon the summit, bare, <br>And cold, in garb of silenced ewe—<br>Listened for the wind which rang<br>Across the void, velvet and blue, <br>When angels laughed, and through the joy, <br>The stationed earth resigned, alone, to sigh; <br> <br>No songs heard I but cries of men, <br>And bound in bonds of solitude, above<br>Their wars, their pittance gain, <br>I yearned for wisdom, soft and true, <br>To make a mite worth Heaven's song, <br>To give a weary man his due; <br> <br>Among the stars I searched for years, <br>Till ice made home betwixt my tears, <br>And rooted in the dreams which once<br>Had led me on my way—<br>The blackness, then, which met my eye, <br>Beneath the alabaster sky, <br>Was life's dead touch, a welcoming, <br>T o deeds which countless stars pass by.<br> <br>A man after, alone and gray, <br>Descended from the precipice, <br>And spoke with weighted breath to those<br>Who listened as the Fires died—<br>A second sun remained on high, <br>With ice upon his burning heart, <br>And wisdom on his cold-kissed hands<br>Which dares his frozen hope to part.<br> <br>I leave it to the minds of men<br>To discern which of these was I—<br>I pass my nights in solitude, <br>And turn my eyes unto the sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Andrew+Benton">Andrew Benton</a></strong></div>